Don't Be Afraid

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L'ultima orchestra

L'ultima orchestra (Instrumental Version)

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THE BATTLE

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«No es bueno que el hombre esté solo», dijo Dios. Y entonces creó a la mujer — no del polvo, sino de una costilla. Para que estuviera a su lado. Para que fuera parte de él.

¡Cuánto respeto, en verdad, debería tener cada hombre por este regalo único de Dios: la mujer! Una flor que nadie debería cortar jamás. En cambio, que la coloque con ternura en su jardín —
y ese jardín no es otro que el corazón de cada uno de nosotros — y le ofrezca todo su cuidado.

Sólo así brotarán más flores, más frutos — ¡y Dios se alegrará!


“It is not good for man to be alone,” said God. And so He created the woman — not from dust, but from a rib. So that she would stand beside him. So that she would be part of him.

How much reverence, indeed, should every man have for this unique gift from God: the woman. A flower that no one should ever cut. Instead, let him place it gently in his garden —
and this garden is none other than the heart of each one of us — and offer it all his care.

Only then will more flowers grow, more fruits appear — and God will rejoice!

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Hermosa chica (Ver.2)

Don't Get To Close

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Tomorrow | Original Future Bass Mix

Never Enough is a dark and emotional pop anthem about toxic love, self-deception, and missed chances.
For fans of Billie Eilish, Banks, and Ruelle – this song explores the hunger for power over purity, and the cost of chasing illusions.

Never Enough

I can hear the mountains cry,
Yeah, they call to me,
They summon me at daylight
Like a wild-born melody.
Dust on my boots, gravel road,
Got that old rod in the back,
Sun just risin’ over pine trees,
I’m headed for the bank...


Ain’t chasin’ gold or glory,
Just peace of mind and time,
That water tells a story
Every time I cross that line...


Cold beer in my hand,
Sunshine on my face,
Air is so fresh, the good Lord slowing me down,
This is my sacred place.
To go fishin’ off the bank,
Let the whole world wait,
At the end of the day, if my stringer lay empty,
It was still a great day.


Castin’ shadows on the water,
Wind hummin’ through the trees,
Old radio’s rockin’ low
With a little Hank and me.
Line don’t bend, time don’t matter,
I ain’t got nothin’ to prove,
Just me, that muddy shoreline,
And a pair of worn-out boots...


Some folks count their trophies,
Some count what they make,
Me, I count them moments
That no one else can take.


Cold beer in my hand,
Sunshine on my face,
Air is so fresh, the good Lord, slowing me down,
This is my sacred place.
To go fishin’ off the bank,
Let the whole world wait,
At the end of the day, if my stringer lay empty,
It was still a great day.



Yeah, the mountains cry louder when life gets loud,
And the noise won’t leave my head,
I crack another beer, watch the ripples roll,
And let the worries drift instead.


It ain’t always about catchin’ fish,
Or how big the story gets,
Sometimes it’s just the quiet,
And forgettin’ what you miss.


Cold beer in my hand,
Sun sinkin’ low in the haze,
Air still fresh, heart feelin’ right,
Yeah, I could live this way.
Fish or no fish, I thank that bank,
For every second that I stayed,
At the end of the day, if my stringer lay empty,
Man, it was still a great day.


I can hear the mountains cry…
Yeah, they’ll call me back again.

Fishing

Retired 2 live the life as free as it gets ;-)

Don't Get To Close

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